Thorns

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3:06 am

I'm sitting up in the bed​. Cold sweat dripping down my face, my nightmares are a whole story agenda in my damn head. Am I crazy? Who knows? Well me of course I am in my own body. The reason that last one didn't make sense because it was a nightmare I never finished. Something or someone woke me up. Insomnia is a bitch.
6:10 am
It was time to go to school.
This is where the actual story starts. I hated a good portion of school because of drama, I hated that I always turn my self into it. Eighth was always a struggle, I was always in a fight. That's why I try not to do dangerous things. However, everything was normal. Nothing happened no drama, it was going to be normal and I was going to be happy.

I was always good at computer skills, also why I was always good in Watch Dogs but that doesn't matter. My best friend Chelsea was my friend since 8th grade. She was always there for me and I did the same. We used to text all the time. Then I messed it up. yeah we still talk often, but it's at school. I'm scared if I mess it up again, I'll​ become a ghost to her, but the best thing to do is to talk to her, but I don't know what is stopping me. That was the thorn I gave to myself. Self doubt and fear. Besides that everything was fine. Normal to say.
Until I met her.
One of the worst and most painful thorns I had.
It stings, but it can't be harmful, right?